Moments of time

At night our mothers weep lonely, unseen...

They heavily bearing all thoughts, that so keen.

Yet comes early morning - it doesn't seem true:

Despite we are distant, their love shining through.

Моменты времени

Наши мамы иногда ночами плачут:

Им так трудно быть с собой наедине…

А наутро вновь желают нам удачи,

Когда мы от них в далёкой стороне.